It's so quiet now, I can ACTUALLY hear my own thoughts, not at all resembling the house a couple of hours ago. I have literally just watched all my life ALMOST explode in my face. In that third-degree-burn sort of way. I abso-fucking-lutely hate being the middle-child. What the fuck is with this "mediator" label shit that seems to be attached to you!? Just uh.... While I'm helping everyone else. Who's going to help me? Whatever, it's sorted now. Dakky to the rescue. Again. -xox-